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C-Rayz.. Walz.. We did it y`all, Ravipops I`m here, emphatically yes Definitive Jux, Ravipops
Ladies and gentlemen We got C-Rayz Walz and a million fans in the house tonight He just came off tour Reppin for his 25th single See "Ravipops - The Substance" He gon` show you how he get down
[C-Rayz Walz] Yo, I put the pace down, recognize my fate now I`m ILL, still freakin skills like H-Town I disgrace clowns who make frowns Smile in your face but hate and deliver fake pounds I`m a animal, in a cannibal sector With chicks that give you brains like Hannibal Lector Peep logic - there`s nothin you can do to stop this You have a better chance catchin bullets with chopsticks (WAHH!) Wait for the avalance - then you`ll get down Spit rounds, my sitcom`s a full clip now Murder shows, practiced and unrehearsed, dead on point Like a convertible cactus hearse It`s mucus fluid, when I spit exclusive music I believe in dirt, SO I DO IT STUPID I move units, like {?} and white rose My freestyle`s ill - I`M DOPE WHEN I WRITE FLOWS
Put the sun in your face, make you walk a tightrope - and pose I can`t just rhyme, I can flow F-f-flow, flow f-flow, f-f-flow, flow
[C-Rayz Walz] I do somersaults with Silly Sally in Silicone Alley Roll red carpets in darkness through Death Valley and receive love (love) like Larry I`m flowin black - it`s September? Goin back to Cali To drink booze in the House of Blues Doin the JAMES, in Elvis Presley shoes From the belly of BK, where the drama`s at All the way to Saudi Arabia - where the llamas at Trapped in central bookings - for a chronic sack Feelin worse; I`m really here, for killin a verse Homicide comes to ask "Who did it?" I step to the next +Iron Galaxy+ like astral physics I`m spiked with no sugar, natural image Thirst is nothin, burst you for frontin at the scrimmage Vampires suck, you stuck once bitten Off the head I`m fed, my freestyle eats my written I need that dollar like Chris Rock - just kiddin I`m down to earth like sunlight, and alien visits In the club with {?}, guzzlin water Trainin my daughter to be a soldier, I taught her to put six in your chest - like Julius Earving Controllin the cypher, you foolishly swervin I deserve to glow and now you know AIYYO, I can`t just rhyme, I can flow
Flow flow, flow {*repeat 3X*}
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